Written by David Crosby & Craig Doerge



Well it's nighttime and the long cars

Are arriving at the door,

The general is having another party,

With a congressman or three

And some guys you never see outside the bank.



There's a laughing clink of glasses

And a polished click of boots

And bitter talk of a country

With a weakness in its roots.



And it's nighttime for the generals

And the boys at the C.I.A.

Power gone mad in the darkness

Thinking they're God on a good day

They giveth, they taketh

But they like to take it away.



"Well the fools don't know the difference

It's for their own good," they said.

And they shot blind Lady Liberty

In the back of her head.



And it's nighttime for the generals

And the boys at the C.I.A.

Power gone mad in the darkness

Thinking they're God on a good day

They giveth, they taketh

But they like to take it away.



They giveth, they taketh,



Nighttime, nighttime, nighttime.